The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-19 11:26:58 -

I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth, the metallic tang of old blood or perhaps just the rusted hinge of the window. The dream had been precise, as dreams are when the mind is starving. In the dream, I was wearing a coat. It was a heavy thing, black wool, lined with a fabric that shimmered like oil on water. It fit me perfectly. It was mine. I walked through a corridor of mirrors, and in...

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